Master's Ticklish Treat (Patreon)

You've gotten everything ready for Master's return.

Another long day at work would have surely beat him down.

Which is why you've made sure to follow through on all of your household duties.

All the rooms in the house are spotless.

The laundry is clean and folded.

You've just pulled a roast out of the oven and made sure to wrap it up to preserve the heat.

You've slipped into his favorite outfit to see you in; a light pink nightie with the feathery furry trim, veiling your naked figure in an inviting hue.

You've taken every precaution necessary to make Master's home and everything in it, including yourself, as presentable as possible.

You've used Master's favorite perfume.

You've put on Master's favorite lotion to keep your body soft, scented, and especially sensitive.

You've done your hair up how he likes and made sure that your face is as clean and beaming as possible.

You glance periodically at the clock, counting down the seconds until his return.

The time nears as you become more excited and anxious, hoping that he'll like all that you've done.

As you continue to make sure all of your preparations are complete, you catch the slowly passing headlights tracing across the foyer wall.

You do another scan of the kitchen before rushing to the door to greet him.

You wait in place to meet him at the door with a smile.

He walks in.

Immediately, the air warms around you.

The scent of his body brushes your nose.

His glowing smile makes your heart race.

“Welcome home, sir!” you say, chipperly.

Your Master shuts the door behind him, locking it with his strong, rough touch.

He turns back around, his eyes glimmering as they meet yours.

“Smells… clean,” he says.

Master chuckles a little and comes closer.

His eyes fall to your figure, his hand tracing down your side.

“Did you, like, spend the whole day cleaning?” he asks.

“Not… the whole day,” you say. “I also did the laundry, washed the sheets, made dinner…”

Master smiles and shakes his head.

“Hmm… good,” he says.

Master's hand grabs at your waist.

He grabs you and pulls you close, pressing your body against his.

He drives a deep kiss against your lips.

His tongue slips into your mouth.

You feel his cock starting to press against your figure through his pants.

Your heart races as you kiss back, holding onto his sturdy shoulders.

He kisses you longingly, only pulling himself back once he's finished.

“Get to the bed,” he says in a low, serious tone.

You blink.

You catch your breath from the sudden kiss.

A warm flush beams across your cheeks.

Your lips tremble as the ache upon seeing him stirs in your loins.

“B-but, sir, th-the… um, dinner…”

“Are you going to make me repeat myself?”

You swallow.

Your heart flutters.

You shake and lower your head.

“N-no sir…”

Master smirks.

His eyes narrow down at you.

“Then why are you still here?”

You hesitantly pull away.

You bow your head slightly, your chest pounding in thrill.

“Y-yes, Master,” you say.

You turn and start to walk away.

A firm slap lands against your backside.

You blush once more, grinning and giggling at the diminutive brand of affection.

You rush up to Master's bedroom.

It's still clean from the day's work; the bed made, surfaces dusted, and carpet vacuumed.

The air still smells of the fragrant odor killer you've sprayed upon last leaving.

You climb up onto the bed and wait, kneeling upright and staring at the door.

You hear him getting settled back in the common areas.

You figure that he's sorting through the mail you had left on the kitchen counter and looking over the meal you've made, hoping that it's to his liking.

After a while of waiting quietly, your heart starts beating faster at hearing him approach.

Master walks in.

He doesn't look over to you.

Instead, he proceeds to undress.

You see him already hard as he drops his pants.

You bite your lip as you grow squirmy to his unspoken promises, knowing Master's demanding touch well.

Maybe he'll hold you down and use his mouth to pull orgasm after orgasm out of you.

Maybe he'll throw you over his strong lap and lay stinging embraces against your bottom, amusing himself with your squeaks.

But there are still a few things that both you and he love more than any other, deeds you long for with churning heat.

“Turn around, feet off the bed,” Master says.

Immediately, you assume the position you know so well.

You turn yourself around, facing the head of the bed.

You ease back so that your feet hang off of the end, your bare soles facing him.

You feel his stare on you, happy that your presentation can make him feel the same heat that he gives you so frequently.

Master opens a drawer and comes up to you.

He strokes your hair gently before taking your hands, pulling both behind your back.

He slips a pair of cuffs onto your wrists.

He snaps both shut with a heavy latch.

You pull at your arms a little when he's finished, feeling the helplessness in the lack of motility.

A shiver races through your body.

You bite your lip.

Your nethers quake and stir excitedly.

You swallow and brace yourself, sure to expect yours and Master's favorite thing.

“You've been very good today,” Master says. “I really appreciate all the work you've done.”

You smile warmly.

“Thank you, Master,” you say, breathily.

He sits on the edge of the foot of the bed.

You feel a hand softly caress one of your bare feet, presented so welcomingly for him.

His fingers trace along the edges of both feet, his thumbs feeling the delicate texture of your soles across subtle, appraising swipes.

You giggle and bite your lip, squirming in place as you kneel atop the bed.

“I see you've been keeping them soft for me,” Master says.

“Yes, sir,” you say. “Lotioning twice a day. Just as you told me to.

“Good,” he says.

The pads of his fingers run slowly across your soles.

They tease against your toes, challenging you to keep them still as his touches tickle so devilishly.

Master grazes his fingers tenderly over your feet, his eyes fixed on the soft hue of your soles.

He comes down to the floor, cupping both feet in his hands.

He leans in and plants a delicate kiss against each foot.

You squirm and giggle more, your heart pounding at being shown such strong affection.

His lips trace across the warm, plush surfaces of your soles.

You can hear the gentle pecking and feel the humidity of his breath showing them love.

He draws in a sniff you can hear and a searing chill races through your body.

His lips fall to your toes, kissing against each bubbly pad individually.

His mouth parts and another dense, churning ache spreads through your body as you feel Master sucking on your toes.

His tongue emerges and glides across and through each one with moaning appreciation.

The ache between your legs grows.

You want to touch it, to rub up against something, but you know to stay in place for Master’s attention.

You remain kneeling, heaving through deep breaths, as Master plants loving kisses against your soles and toes.

For a moment, you find yourself lost in the burning ache, letting your tension melt away to his touch.

The way his hands cup your feet so gently.

The way his lips envelope your toes.

How his tongue warmly traces across each tender, delicate sole.

You moan against a bitten lip, savoring every lasting moment of reward and subservience.

As Master’s lips lower to your toes once more, veiled from behind your back, his hands shift.

His fingers find your soles while you can feel Master’s mouth pull up into a smirk.

His teeth start chattering teasingly against the soft, bubbly pads.

His fingers prod down his nails onto your aches.

Master begins to scratch and nibble at once, inciting a stream of taunting tickles to further feed the burn glowing inside of you.

“Aaaahhheeeeehhheheeheheheheheee!!” you start to giggle.

Your body begins to instinctively shift away, but you push back, knowing the importance of keeping yourself in place for Master’s delight.

He continues to lick and nibble on your toes while his fingers scribble up and down your soles.

Your feet shift slightly in place as the tickles increase, compounding quickly over the same aggravated spots.

Master’s fingers scribble swiftly across your soft, lotioned soles.

Every tickle bursts through your senses, elevated by your enhanced ticklishness, as per your Master’s want.

You buck and squirm slightly in place while fighting to remain as much in position as you can manage.

“Aaaaaahhhehhehehahahahahaha!! Naaaahahahahahaaa!” you cry out in ticklish laughter.

Master chuckles as his tongue caresses your wiggling toes and his fingers dance up and down your supple, blushing soles.

His teeth nibble across the pads of your digits, each little bite sending flourishes of tickles all throughout your body.

You throw your head back in laughter.

Tears bead against your eyes.

Your hands pull at the cuffs holding your wrists together.

Your feet curl and bend defensively while Master follows them both with his experienced, ticklish touch.

“Neeeeehhhahahahahahahaaaaa!! Maaahahahahahaster!!!” you cry out.

Your laughter fills the bedroom.

Master’s tongue rises to your soles while his fingers descend upon your toes.

His nails scribble against each plush stem.

His teeth pick and nibble along the edges of each sole, moving all around your ticklish little feet.

Your laughter peaks.

You squeak and cry and shift anxiously in place, letting the tickles torment your senses and stoke the burning raging between your legs.

“Gaaaahhhhhahahahahahahahahaaaa!!” you shriek.

Master drinks in your laughter.

You know Master’s pleasure in tickling you and share the same sentiments yourself.

No matter how well Master tickles you, well into and beyond exhaustion, you can’t help but love every moment of being his pleasure, his ticklish little toy.

So you push yourself to endure more and more.

You love every tickle.

Every swipe of his fingers pushes you deeper and deeper into your own pleasure, encouraged greatly by knowing that Master feels the same.

Master scribbles his nails faster against your toes.

His teeth nibble up and down your soles in between long, loving laps of his tongue.

“WHAAAAHHHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHA!!!” you squeal.

Your shriek and moan with ticklish laughter, sweat trickling down the sides of your neck.

You wiggle in place, bucking and bending slightly at the waist.

Master just keeps on delighting his lust against your ticklish feet.

He riddles both soles and sets of ticklish toes in wave after wave of stimulation, pushing you both further into mutual states of pleasure.

Master tastes every inch of your soles.

He nibbles on every little stretch until both are beaming with slick sensitivity.

His nails dig under the receptive bulbs of your toes, scribbling in between and underneath with gnawing hunger for your ticklish laughter.

You shriek and scream and squeal.

Your body twists around in place, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“NAAAAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAAAAAA!!!” you laugh through the delighted, yet unbearable, ticklish torment of your helpless feet.

Just as soon as you believe you may jerk away from Master’s ticklish touch, he stops.

The tickles fall away, leaving you huffing and heaving for air in the humid clouds left behind by your laughter.

Master rises from the floor.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

You breathe through the residual tingles coursing up from your feet.

He reaches up to the back on your neck.

His fingers lace through the sweaty ends of your hair, stroking you so lovingly.

He pushes you forward firmly.

Not too hard, but hard enough to be known.

You lower your head down to the sheets beneath you.

Master climbs up onto the back of the bed.

His figure hovers over you as he positions your hips upright and lifts the end of your nightie.

He exposes your bare ass.

You keep your hips hoisted high for him while your cheek rests against the surface of the bed.

You moan and bite your lip.

You feel Master unsheathing himself behind you.

One of his large, strong hands cups, squeezes, and occasionally slaps a cheek while the other prepares himself for what’s to come.

You quake thinking about it, expecting it, hungering desperately for it.

Master pants heavily as he presses himself against your hole.

As Master begins to push himself inside, you gasp, groan, and whimper all at once.

Your body works through the familiar blend of pain and pleasure you’ve come to adore.

Master drives himself deep inside with relative ease.

He holds onto your cuffs with one hand, grabbing onto them like reigns.

He pushes himself in with a grunt.

Your mouth drops open to the absolute pleasure of feeling Master inside of you.

Your eyes water, your cheeks glow red hot, your breathing becomes staggered behind guttural sounds of carnal desire.

Master stretches you more naturally with each heavy push, every shove becoming easier and quicker than the last.

Pleasure crashes over your senses in waves, resonating in from a variety of directions.

Being your Master’s choice.

Proving yourself subservient to his wants and needs.

Earning his affection.

Reaping the rewards of such a role by feeling Master’s tickles and massive cock thrusting inside of you afterwards.

Such qualities of mind circulate and stimulate together to make every evening spent together

Every maddening session of tickles,

Every compliment,

Every smile in your direction, 

Every pistoning fuck,

A living collage of desire that builds upon itself, growing more firm and feverish until your gratitude for everything Master is and does can no longer contain your accumulated excitement.

Master leans over you.

His hand pushes against the back of your head as he drives himself deeper inside of you.

Your mouth leaks drool, your eyes watery and rolling upward.

Your toes curl, your hands feel Master’s body pressed up against your back.

He grunts in your ear, every pleasured groan conveying how he’;s chosen you as his source of pleasure.

How he’s chosen you to serve him.

How he’s chosen you to tickle and fuck every night until you’re a weak, whimpering mess of obedient nerves.

As Master’s fingers clench onto your head and he gives you one hard, crushing thrust inside, you feel the same surge of pleasure rush through your own senses.

You quake as an orgasm, your orgasm, pulses through your body.

Your figure trembles beneath him.

Your mouth makes all the sounds Master likes to hear.

Your body responds with all the telling signs that Master knows so well.

Your selfish expulsion leaves the sheets you had cleaned earlier a soaking mess.

Master gives you a moment to recover while remaining so graciously inside of you before pulling out.

You don’t recall feeling Master’s own pleasure reached, but your mind is so far melted by the sensations given unto you that you cannot trust your own perception.

As Master slips out, he brushes your hair again from the back.

He helps you back up.

Your body is a dripping mess of sweat and cum.

You pant, your eyes wilted and wavering.

Your mouth remains agape.

Master gingerly helps you off of the bed.

Your legs are weak and you stumble as you try to step off.

Back on the floor, however, Master directs you to kneel in front of him.

You do so with ease.

He looks down at you.

His hand traces across your cheek.

Master’s cock is still erect and near your face.

You feel the heat grazing against your skin and the musk slipping into your nose with each heaving breath.

You open your mouth wider, your eyes staring up at him, gleaming with absolute adoration.

He smiles lovingly.

“Perfect,” Master says. “Beautiful and perfect.”

With a gentle touch, Master eases your face closer to his firm member.

You scoot closer on your knees before taking the full initiative to push it into your mouth.

You eagerly take it all in, or as much of it as you can ease down into your throat at a time.

You wince a little at the pain, but you know well what to do and find the act far more enjoyable than challenging.

Master grins and moans a bit while watching you.

His hands have fallen from your face.

You push Master’s cock in and out on your own.

Your tongue soaks in the familiar flavor while your throat works to take it all in.

The heat and musk combine with the experience to the total dedication of Master’s pleasure to stir your own passions once more.

You not only show gratitude for him tickling, fucking, and overall using you, but you relish the engagement and the pleasure that courses through your own body at proving yourself worthy of being Master’s relief.

You drink down the taste of Master’s cock without taking up too much of his time for your own pleasure.

You embrace the feeling of Master’s cock inside your throat while remembering that his needs and wants come first.

Still, you moan.

Your desire stirs and roars within you once more.

You suck and bob your head back and forth.

You go faster and harder as Master’s noises indicate a nearing conclusion.

As you steadily bring Master to climax, you push yourself forward.

You thrust Master’s cock to the back of your throat as you begin to feel his seed bursting forward.

You drink him in full, still sucking as Master’s seed warms your throat down to your belly.

Master huffs deep breaths.

His hands return to your head, one cupping beneath your chin while the other strokes through your hair.

You moan still.

You savor both the flavor and feeling of Master’s cock and cum in your mouth.

You make sure that he’s entirely empty before pulling out, guided by his directing touch.

He smiles down at you again.

His thumb strokes your cheek as you smile back.

“Th… thank you, Master,” you said, still tasting him on your tongue.

“Very good,” he says.

He stands you up and unlocks the cuffs holding your arms behind your back.

“And thank you for all that you do,” he says as well. “I’m really happy to have you here.”

You turn to face Master.

He smiles warmly at you, his colorful, shimmering eyes squinting with a genuine grin.

“I… o-of course, sir,” you stammer. “A-anything for you.”

Master chuckles.

He comes in closer, strokes your hair, and leans in to kiss your cheek.

“I know,” he says. “You really are just perfect.”

You blush and can’t help but look away bashfully.

Your heart races once more.

“Th-thank you… s-sir,” you say.

Master pulls away, still smirking back at you.

“Now, go reheat dinner,” he says, “while I decide what I’m going to do with you afterward.”